One Stitch For Two

Reading between lines
Talk of destruction
Reading all the signs
New world construction

You should be professional
You should wear a tie
Here's my confessional
Professionalism's a lie

Ripped open love heart
One stitch not sewn
everything takes two
Apart from being alone

Pathetic, I am pathetic
As pathetic as reality
Thoughts are heretic
Money for your sanity

Sometimes is never
Butterflies burn on
Just like forever
Speaking for no-one

The conspiracy to belong
Signing from a poison pen
End will have its final song
The question is only when